Madness blazed in Purple Wing's eyes. He had thought capturing this enormous flood dragon would be enough to complete his assignment, but he had never expected it to draw out a Holy-tier being.
The Holy-tier being appeared high in the sky, still wearing that ghastly form, grayish-white all over, with several tentacles waving behind him. His tremendous pressure suppressed heaven and earth, and space and time seemed to stagnate.
Had the warship not activated its powerful space-time interference, the entire battlefield might have been frozen in space and time.
"Join me in holding him off!"
The Shadowless Blade Emperor shouted deeply. The saber in his hand shuddered, and black flames engulfed its long, dark blade. He stepped forward and lunged at the Holy Venerable. At the same time, the four War Emperors—Wind Forest, Purple Lightning, Fire Wielder, and Gray Dragon—attacked together.
"Hurry! Compress it, load the flood dragon aboard, then join forces to kill the Holy-tier being!"
The Purple Winged Blade Emperor slapped his communicator on and roared excitedly. He had been afraid of encountering a Holy-tier being before, but now that one had appeared, he wanted to take him down.
"Even if we have to bite him, we'll tear off a chunk of his flesh!"
He clenched his fists, staring fixedly at the Holy-tier being, his eyes red with excitement.
"You're courting death!"
The sight of the five War Emperors charging seemed to enrage the Holy-tier being. He bellowed, his eight tentacles lashing behind him as immense energy erupted from his body.
"No, eight tentacles? The previous records said he'd lost some and had only five and a half left!" Suddenly, the Purple Winged Blade Emperor fixed his gaze on the screen, and the excitement vanished from his face.
"Shadowless, watch his tentacles! There are eight!"
Without stopping to